[Billy Danze]Ayo what up cobra, it's me (prime time!)PD, I get better with time like a fine wineYou see, ever since I was a youthI promised to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truthI never been accused, of perjuryI will clap gats at them cats if they try to murder meYou heard of me, (Hilfigga!)Oh you better know it baby (ill legit!)Yeah but I try not to show it babyCuz if I got to show skill, I willI'm comin from Brownsville, (Downtown)Swingin this ? bump bill ? , bringin it so ill(you niggas been warned)If I get to side steppin and grippin my weapon it's onOnce I stretch 'em I'm gone, the old thug way(no need to stress him he gone)The no love wayFuck him, cocksucker I'm lettin you knowYou lookin for Brook, you went to Fizzy Ro, we Downtown

CHORUS 2X: Lil Fame and Billy DanzeWho bringin this?Downtown Swinga!Swingin thisDown here we be the kings of thisNever gassed to do, what I have to doSplashin you, blastin you, international!

[Lil Fame]Stand back when this nigga kick off, the black stallionI'm all American slash TrinidadianI make a dummy fold, dig him for his money rollTake the dummy's soul, blast shots in your skully yoMister fizzy ro gettin busy yoMake motherfuckers ask, "what the fuck is he yo?"I tote the 4 5 when I feel I'm doomedFuck them cassettes I don't plan to die no time soonDown, Down town swingaMash 'em out (no doubt) blast 'em out (no doubt)When it's hammer time we crash the house, (no doubt)Regulate and clear the punk bastards out (no doubt)Yo I illustrate and design for those doin crimesTotin heat and, in the streets like yellow linesAnd I'm, here to represent for 'emSo bow down, to them cats that swing Downtown

CHORUS 2X

[Lil Fame]Oh shit! It's on niggaPack your shit, and get gone niggaHere come Fame, Bill Danze and them, (right!)Aint no tame to handle 'em, (true)Cuz when I'm on a mission duke, grippin a pistol dukeHot slugs be twistin you, it's traditional(let's cock back the chrome)And wreck the partyAnd I'm that one nigga that fuck it up for everybody